A car??

So I was gonna post a picture of something but it has since been taking down from facebook so I guess that's out....so I will just bitch about it.
Two days ago I saw a picture of a car on my father's facebook page with a caption that said something like, a sneak peak at a present for someone I love very much but don't see enough of. Of course this peaked my curiousity. So I asked him who it was for. (oh and to set precedence...my father was abusive when I was child. I have yet to forgive him) He tells me it is for my nephew. He says, I got Tabbie (my daughter) a car so I am doing the same for my grandson. OK but here is my issue, yes he gave my daughter a car when she was 16, quite the pos, ya I know I shouldn't complain ( I never allowed her to complain, she had a car and she should be so lucky) but I am. My nephew also has a father, my brother, and he is a crack addict. So here is my thought....my dad is gonna give my nephew that car and my brother is going to pawn it. It is a pretty nice car as far as I can tell from the photos, so my brother is going to see opportunity. In Florida, where my brother resides, there are car pawn shops. Can you believe that shit?? Car pawn shops? Ya. So I am angry. I have worked my ass off to get where I am in life. My brother has never held a job longer than a month in his entire life. But my father has given him at least 7 cars, all pawned, over 100,000. in cash, all gone, and here I sit getting less than nothing from him. He hasn't sent my kids birthday or christmas cards in about 6 years. It's fucked up. It pisses me off, he continues to throw bad money after bad. When do you say to yourself, hmm I should be rewarding my daughter for all her hardwork...bah! Well fuck you! You could at least pay for the fucking therapy I go to once a week because of your fucked up parenting skills.
And to confront the elephant in this blog, yes my brother had it rough too. But not nearly as rough as me, they beat me long before he ever came onto the scene and still they used me as thier punching bag. I protected him the best I could but hell I was 4 when he was born. By the time I as old enough to actually take him 'away', the damage was done. Do I feel sorry for him? No. As I don't feel sorry for myself. We are grown and can make our own choices, right or wrong. But as for my father....I guess even at his age he is stuck making the 'wrong' choices.